-Of course it matters. It always matters. You must keep the lines of communication a buzz or else … well I’m a case-study in miscommunication. And you know that you don’t want to turn out like me. The last thing we need in this world is another me!

-Stop.

-I jest.

-It wouldn’t matter. She doesn’t listen.

-Always the pessimist.

-Just a realist.

-You’re boring me…

-Sorry.

-Don’t apologize. I’m the one who gets myself into these situations.

-What, with me?

-Yes with you…what other situation could I be talking about?

-I dunno.

-Listen. No, scratch that … don’t listen to me. Because you never do anyway. For a nice guy you’re incredibly self-involved you know that? Well, that’s another can of worms I’d prefer to discuss another time. Oh god, look at me running my mouth like a fool … what was I saying?

-I’m all ears.

-Right! Grow the fuck up.

-Oh.

-Pick up the phone…I know you’re good for that at least, and call the girl!

-This isn’t movie.

-You’re right. But you’re not locked in a fucking sanatorium either. There’s only room enough for one fool here, aight? And for chris-sakes SMILE.